The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream did not begin with darkness, but with the smell of wet earth and rotting lilies. Elias woke with a gasp, his lungs burning as if he had been holding his breath for an hour. The air in the cell was thick, heavy with the scent of damp stone and mildew. He was not in his own bed. He was not in the guard tower. He was in the undercroft, the place where the castle kept its secrets and its...

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